Look at him. Sweet, kind,polite, funny – and oh yeah, a liar. Ok that’s too harsh. He fibs. He bends truths. Not about big things – but that’s because he’s 8 and there are no big things to fib about ( like money or drugs or honor or something). His talent is half-hearted truths. He’s like a good defense attorney, finding an escape clause in every rule.

To combat this talent/dark passenger (for all you Dexter fans) – we rely on one simple truth, we require proof. You cleaned your room – let me see. You washed your hair – let me smell you. You get the point.

One day, hopefully in the near future, I won’t have to do Columbo mothering. Until then, he’ll be treated like the delinquent he has the full-blown potential to be.

Argh, Ally’s started the lying stage, and although I TRY not to call her ‘liar’, I will call her on lying and then we’ll talk about what lying is and why it’s wrong. I have a serious feeling that this is just the start of a very long and very painful battle.